World of de Wolfe Pack: Nobody's Angel (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Meara Platt

Author:Meara Platt [Platt, Meara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2015-10-26T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“Goodnight, dear ones,” Frances said, making her way to the stairs soon after they’d all entered the house. “I do hope this storm passes quickly. We’ve had such awful weather these past few weeks, one would think we’d angered the heavens!” As though to prove her point, a particularly strong gust rattled the windows with enough force to break them, or so it appeared to Brynne.

Frances paled and put a hand to her heart. “Goodness! They’re angry indeed! This mix of damp and cold isn’t doing much good for my old bones or my tender joints. They’re quite stiff and aching.”

“Shall I get you a warm compress?” Lettie offered, regarding Frances with concern.

“No, dear. I shall manage once I’m in bed. My maid knows to put a warming brick between the sheets. Its gentle heat should ease this old body of mine.” Another gust, even stronger, rattled the house. Frances glanced upward in alarm. “I’m glad we’re safely home. I hope the others made it safely to their homes as well.”

“I’m sure they did,” Brynne assured her. “Most guests left earlier than we, and none of them live very far from the de Wolfe estate.”

“You’re right, of course.” Frances smiled at him, hugged Lettie, and then climbed the stairs as fast as her tired legs would carry her.

Lettie stared after her until she disappeared from view and only then did she turn to Brynne. Her expression reminded him of an adorably confused kitten. She began to nibble her lower lip, causing it to swell lightly and flush. His heart caught in his throat as it had about a hundred times today. “What’s wrong? Are you worried about Frances?”

She also looked sexy as hell with that little pout to her lips, and her eyes were dusky with fatigue, giving her a ‘take me to bed’ look that shot his body temperature through the ceiling.

“I don’t understand,” she said softly, resting her hand upon the newel post, unaware of his turmoil.

He waited for her to continue, for she seemed to have something worrisome on her mind that she wished to talk through with him. She was obviously tired, contemplating whether or not to leave the discussion until morning while she headed upstairs to the warmth of her bed.

Brynne closed his eyes a moment and silently groaned as the image of Lettie in his bed, her red hair flowing over her pale shoulders, wearing nothing but a loosely draped sheet around her body, came to mind. “What don’t you understand, Lettie?”

Something was troubling her and he didn’t want her having bad dreams over it.

She sighed another one of those breathy, kitten sighs. “We’re so close, Brynne. I feel it in my heart.”

“Come into the parlor with me. Let’s talk.” He took her by the hand and led her to the parlor, glad when she made no protest. The feel of her soft fingers against his rough palm sent his body temperature soaring through the roof once more.

All the more reason to leave as soon as possible.

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